Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Japan,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.